Militia Barracks on the Outskirts of Laus
May 26, 2009 22:39:35 GMT -6
Post by Selk Mar on May 26, 2009 22:39:35 GMT -6
A young man with eyes as deep as their sea green color and maroon colored hair stands outside of one of the few reconstructed Laus Militia barracks. The sun sits high in the mid-day sky as the wind shoots a cool breeze across the open fields. The youth wipes a bit of sweat from his brow as he stares off into the horizon with intense angst and focus.
"Don't go wipin that sweat away yet, recruit. You haven't even started your regiment for the day." A talk, rough looking man with dark brown hair and a bushy mustache-goatee combo walked up behind the youth and then stepped around in front of, looking the youth directly in the face.
"Sorry, Sir. This is my first day being able to train with real arms and armor. I've been using wood up to this point, sir," the youth avidly replied, still staring off into the horizon despite his commanding officer being right in his face.
"I know, recruit. I've been training you this whole time, did you forget that?" He asked the youth with a bit of a smile beginning to break onto his face. The youth began to smile in return.
"Selk, I have some serious news for you. Combat may not be too far off for this platoon of men. Although Bern has been routed from the area by and large, there are still remnants of their forces that we must sweep from our home of Lycia. Not just here in Laus, but in the other nations of Lycia as well. So I have to prepare you as best I can, because we may need to move out at any moment. You ready?"
Selk's expression shifted quickly upon hearing the end of his commander's words. "I didn't come this far to run away, Laron," he replied sternly. His demeanor when around his commanding officer had changed greatly over the past few months. Basic training had been difficult, but Selk, inexperienced as he was, was chasing his dream. In his mind, that dream would not be so easily snuffed out by such adversities as strangers, military hardships, or even opposing forces.
Unfortunately for Selk, he'd still yet to see what battle truly was. Everything he'd experienced up until this point had all be training and nothing more.....
"Don't go wipin that sweat away yet, recruit. You haven't even started your regiment for the day." A talk, rough looking man with dark brown hair and a bushy mustache-goatee combo walked up behind the youth and then stepped around in front of, looking the youth directly in the face.
"Sorry, Sir. This is my first day being able to train with real arms and armor. I've been using wood up to this point, sir," the youth avidly replied, still staring off into the horizon despite his commanding officer being right in his face.
"I know, recruit. I've been training you this whole time, did you forget that?" He asked the youth with a bit of a smile beginning to break onto his face. The youth began to smile in return.
"Selk, I have some serious news for you. Combat may not be too far off for this platoon of men. Although Bern has been routed from the area by and large, there are still remnants of their forces that we must sweep from our home of Lycia. Not just here in Laus, but in the other nations of Lycia as well. So I have to prepare you as best I can, because we may need to move out at any moment. You ready?"
Selk's expression shifted quickly upon hearing the end of his commander's words. "I didn't come this far to run away, Laron," he replied sternly. His demeanor when around his commanding officer had changed greatly over the past few months. Basic training had been difficult, but Selk, inexperienced as he was, was chasing his dream. In his mind, that dream would not be so easily snuffed out by such adversities as strangers, military hardships, or even opposing forces.
Unfortunately for Selk, he'd still yet to see what battle truly was. Everything he'd experienced up until this point had all be training and nothing more.....